The Rhythm of Livelyhood

Can you hear the rushing beat,

As the ever-moving fleet

Of fingers are tapping, tapping,

Tapping out the pages of the day?


Can you hear the ebbing pulse,

In the silence at your throat?

Even then, there’s motion,

A motion in the wave of the day.


Can you hear the turning tide,

In and out of your mind?

Flowing as you go on,

On and on about your day.


Can you hear the what that throbs,

Not by tears, or trials so odd,

But by the very way of life,

The very living of the day?


There is a drum that beats

The livelihood around about your soul;

So physical, yet musical,

It plays for you all day long.

The End

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